Lord Heisenberg

As his words fell, everyone present finally let out instinctive gasps of shock.

They had thought the Justice League was still a subordinate organization under the Nuke Gang.

Or perhaps the Justice League was just an elite squad under Heisenberg.

But now it seemed even Boss Heisenberg himself had personally joined the Justice League!

In an instant, countless people were seized by the urge to join the League.

Hearing the low murmur below, Heisenberg raised both hands and clapped twice.

The noise vanished instantly. After a two-second pause, he continued speaking to the crowd.

"The reason I named this organization the Justice League is to deliver the most biting mockery to the U.S. authorities! When those politicians, and those cops and soldiers living off our taxpayers' money, can't uphold justice, justice ends up in the hands of us bastards!"

Heisenberg suddenly raised his right hand.

"Tell me, folks, what do they call us!!!"

"Scum!"

"Trash!"

"Waste!"

"Villains!"

"Psychos!"

"Spies!"

"Traitors!"

"Losers!"

"Gangsters!"

"Hydra!"

"Agents!"

"Drug dealers!!!"

???

The theater, once buzzing with discussion, fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's gaze slammed into the big shot who had shouted "drug dealers."

All of New York knew Heisenberg hated drugs more than anything.

And this guy had to go and stick his head right into the line of fire?!!

The young man who shouted was about twenty years old. Under the weight of so many stares, he was instantly dumbfounded.

And when Heisenberg looked at him with a puzzled expression, he shot up from his seat.

"Boss, that was in the past! I haven't been in that line for over two months, I really quit!!!"

Seeing this, Heisenberg smiled and nodded.

"Sit down, pal. Matthew, take some time to check up on this guy. Hope what he says is true."

Daredevil nodded in agreement, and only then did the young man find the courage to sit back down.

He really had quit dealing drugs over two months ago—that could be verified, so he had nothing to fear.

As long as the Boss didn't kill him on the spot!

Truth be told, most people in the room, just like that young man, were filled with fear of Heisenberg.

And why were they afraid?

If you had a Superman standing in front of you, one who had killed countless people, who had wiped out every single gang boss in New York in one fell swoop, leaving none alive...!

Trust me, you'd feel fear too.

After this brief interlude, Heisenberg sat back down on his private sofa and continued speaking to the crowd.

"In short, including that guy who shouted 'drug dealers,' in our past lives, none of us were ever recognized as being on the side of justice!"

Daredevil: You sure?

Ahem...

"They love putting themselves on a higher pedestal, forcing our thoughts into their framework. In their eyes, everything we do is destined to be painted with evil and guilt. But I have to say this, folks. The road to justice is never just about sticking to justice alone."

On the contrary, upholding justice is the stupidest way to achieve it.

If I force the entire world to be just through strict discipline and demands, then in that process, we are bound to commit many evils.

But the outcome will be true justice!

To make someone follow a rule, first we have to make them know the rule, and second, we have to demand they obey it.

Next, we kill those who break the rule, shove their bloody corpse in front of others, and tell them the consequences of breaking it!

And finally!

Trust us, folks, we will become justice itself!"

At this point, many of the underlings hearing Heisenberg's ambition for the first time stared wide-eyed in shock.

For a country as twisted as the United States, it was currently held up entirely by the seductive words of freedom and hope.

Even though we all know it's not free at all, and there's hardly any hope.

But no matter what, even a homeless man chasing freedom on the street has to praise America's freedom as good.

Even most of the former directors of small businesses, stripped of hope by the tycoons, have to sing America's praises as top-notch.

And in today's America, few dare to openly preach dictatorship in a semi-public setting like Heisenberg!

At the same time, Heisenberg noticed the shift in the atmosphere, so he clapped his hands with a cold smirk.

"Folks, what are you afraid of? Your boss has the power to stand against anything, so trust in yourselves.

Remember this well: no one can stand in my way, no one at all. I will crush every obstacle in my path.

And I sincerely hope none of you are among those obstacles!"

As his voice fell, the once noisy theater fell silent, and most of the underlings sitting there suddenly got it.

They finally remembered why they had originally thrown in with Heisenberg.

Was it for freedom and hope? To protect their homeland's basic interests?

To hell with America's interests!

They were just trying to survive, or because Heisenberg was strong enough, and they needed the thickest thigh to latch onto!

So what was America?

With that, Heisenberg clapped his hands one last time.

"That's it. Night Devil, go distribute the laws you've been drafting recently to everyone, then set up your own oversight team to enforce them.

If any issues come up, report them to Bullseye or Rumlow. When I'm not around, they're the only ones here best at killing.

Also, raise everyone's pay and benefits. With more work to do, wages should go up too, right?

Everyone, scatter. Don't disturb my rest. Peace, peace!"

With that, Heisenberg left on his own, leaving the space to his underlings.

The noisy discussions dragged on until evening before finally ending. When the theater fell completely silent, Heisenberg lay on his bed with a satisfied smile.

He had been right.

If he wanted to enforce his iron rule in America, he had to start with the unbridled gangsters.

Those bastards were probably the easiest to accept his ideas and demands.

Next came Hydra. Rumlow and his men had no resistance to his philosophy at all.

After all, that was what they were.

Wasn't Hydra an organization that deviated from American ideology, an evil group where collective interests outweighed individual ones?

And besides them, Heisenberg still had to handle the citizens of New York.

Those citizens wouldn't be able to accept the changes in their lives overnight.

When they truly felt the discipline the gangs imposed on them, when they realized that whether rich or poor, Heisenberg would judge them by his own laws, when the rich couldn't hire lawyers and the poor could always get justice, New York would fall into chaos.

On that point, Heisenberg had his own method.

What method?

When chaos erupts inside a city, it's simple—just find them a strong enough external enemy.

And for New York, for America, even for the whole Earth, what enemy could be more fitting than aliens?

Heisenberg calculated in his mind the timing of the Avengers' first storyline.

When he entered the Marvel Universe, there were still three months until the story began.

And now, a little over two and a half months had passed.

Given the butterfly effect he'd caused, Loki might not show up on schedule.

So at the earliest, it could be in a few days; at the latest, later than originally.

Either way, Loki was coming.

That meant Heisenberg's key to prying open the foundational structure of the Marvel Universe's United States was almost here!

Eight p.m., in an apartment in Queens.

Peter Parker was watching the news with Uncle Ben.

His uncle was a kind-hearted man who always liked to use the news to teach Parker lessons.

After all, in Uncle Ben's generation's view, the news was the most authentic, most official platform for sharing and commenting on events.

But tonight's New York evening news...

The more Uncle Ben watched, the stranger it felt.

The weather forecast at the start was normal—tomorrow, New York would get a light rain, and he'd have to remind Peter to bring an umbrella.

The next segment also began normally, with the sexy and beautiful host Lawrence delivering the same opening lines everyone heard every day.

"Welcome, viewers, to the New York Evening News!"

But after that, everything seemed to change!

"Before we dive into today's content, I have to share some great news with you.

According to reliable sources, our Superman in New York has decided to move from Brooklyn District to the Columbus Circle Theater in Manhattan District.

So I'm afraid we won't get to enjoy the ballet at the theater anymore.

But that's secondary—what matters is that Superman has finally truly accepted our city and chosen to settle permanently in the heart of New York City, right between the Empire State Building and Central Park!

Now let's check out Mr. Brian's live report from the scene."

As the scene switched, Peter let out a frustrated groan from the couch.

"Ughhh, man, Superman moved to Manhattan District. I'll have to save up so many more days just to visit him—the ticket to Manhattan costs a whole two dollars more!"

Hearing his nephew's complaint, Uncle Ben couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and said to Peter.

"So, still planning to sell that watch Superman gave you? If you did, you'd definitely have enough money!"

"Uncle Ben, don't tease me like that, okay? I was just thinking Aunt May didn't have a washing machine, and her hands got tired from washing clothes, so I wanted to buy her one.

But sorry, I just couldn't do it in the end—this is the watch Superman gave me!"

"Haha!"

Uncle Ben patted his nephew's head with a warm smile.

"That's the right thing to do, kid. You should never trade a gift someone gave you for money, because money has a price, but a gift is one of a kind.

You don't need to worry about your uncle's life. Your Aunt May will have her new washing machine soon enough."

"Okay, okay, let's just watch TV—Superman's about to show up!"

Peter cut off his uncle, since the TV was already showing Heisenberg about to step out of a stretched Bentley.

The next moment, Heisenberg, with his Celestial-like looks, stepped out of the car in a sharp suit.

In that instant, even the cameraman couldn't help but let out a yell.

"Lord Heisenberg, can I interview you? Just one minute—half a minute!"

"My lord, don't walk so fast! Can you look at the camera?!!"

"Ahhh, don't stop us—we want an interview, damn it!"

"Superman!!!"

The shouts rang through Central Park, making even Peter in front of the TV get excited.

But after the excitement, Peter asked Uncle Ben in confusion.

"Uncle Ben, why do they all call Superman 'Lord Heisenberg'?"

"That's because they're not his friends!"

"Aha, Superman gave me a watch specially—it's a gift from him. So am I his friend?"

"Of course, kid. If you see him again, you can call him 'Mister' instead of 'Lord.'"

Uncle Ben said seriously to Peter.